The sun is shining, Sir Geoffery is summarising and Aggers is texting like nobody's business. The kitchen is getting plastered, the conservatory is acting as a temporary kitchen and we can't get into the breakfast room because it is stacked to the ceiling with kitchen units. Sri Lanka are 82-3 at Lunch. Thank goodness for TMS.
Our digital weather station (pictured) is predicting rain. Things have gone up since the photo was taken. 94-3 for Sri Lanka, 12.9C and 998mbfor the conservatory. 'French and Spanish Cricket for Beginners' is in a void as far as Amazon's e-book ratings are concerned, barometrically stuck at 139. Like the temperature and England's bowlers it needs a boost. No pressure then. It is ironic as F'nSCfB reported on how stats from one dimension can influence another. Download it now from Amazon.com while figures are reading 20.9C, 1000 mb and 154-4, all of which are in accordance with the law of diminishing returns.
In July 2003 we were 233 kilometres from Clermont-Fd listening to the radio with England 233-4 in the Test against South Africa. Michael Vaughan was on 144, it was 17.45 French time, 22C and 435 miles gone. Instead of preventing the predicted batting collapse, Stewart had collapsed himself. The French road signs said that one in three deaths on the road are caused by tiredness. Stewart had been in a while so we were quite worried. The lovely lady wife who had been driving for some time gave a yawn making me less concerned about Stewart's welfare and more about mine.
She broke into song in an effort to stay awake. Serious and immediate action was called for. I adjusted the Climate Control with an inaudible twitch of my buttocks. The effect as intended was instant, like with smelling salts. Her grip on the wheel tightened instantaneously and the gritting of her teeth indicated that the emission was accomplished. The procedure could rival rock salt as a life preserver. Stewart wasn't given salt tablets as it wasn't cramp, he was given anti-inflammatories and a runner- McGrath.
Aggers commented that he was looking forward to the likely mayhem with the presence of a runner. He helped the good lady's concentration by talking dirty to her with expressions like 'Balls are jagging back'. I regretted that Peter Willey and Dickie Bird weren't umpiring as references to them would have helped her maintain her attention, conjuring up memories of his infamous 'Leg Over' broadcast with Brian Johnston. They did a memorial to Johnners on the radio. I'd recorded it on a tape that had Samuel Barber's 'Adagio for Strings' on it. We put on the tape when Radio 4's Long wave reception fizzled out. Both the tribute and the tune could be heard at the same time. Talk about a tear jerker - we had to pull over for fear of messing up the electrics and so the lovely lady wife could cry herself off to sleep.
Back to back hundreds for Jayawardene. 26.3C. No sign of rain.
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